He Is A Perpetual Fountain Of Good

All Things Are Subject To Decay And When Fate Summons, Monarchs Must Obey.

There Is An Inimitable Grace In Virgil's Words, And In Them Principally Consists That Beauty Which Gives So Inexpressible A Pleasure To Him Who Best Understands Their Force. This Diction Of His, I Must Once Again Say, Is Never To Be Copied; And Since It Cannot, He Will Appear But Lame In The Best Translation.

When Beauty Fires The Blood, How Love Exalts The Mind!

My Heart's So Full Of Joy, That I Shall Do Some Wild Extravagance Of Love In Public; And The Foolish World, Which Knows Not Tenderness, Will Think Me Mad.

Mankind Is Ever The Same, And Nothing Lost Out Of Nature, Though Everything Is Altered.